It
Who no longer can listen
It
Saw a gusty wind
Come up to listen
Before I was ten
and all of the evil grids
From a hill where rats consider
And they gang
And they topple
And they send a smoke ring
Into the onion field
A ghost!
And this can make you choke
Coming from the throat
Of a ghost!
And sent to my weak knees
From a voice plantation
All in together
In terror

using an itunes library has made me play stuff in different ways, importing stuff i forgot i had, thought i'd lost, moving away from a disc/whole album way to play music and even think about music, having stuff available at one click, exploring random corners. interesting when put on shuffle. it's just another way to rearrange what's there but for now it's still new and exciting to these ears.

About Me

Welcome to my online scrapbook: there is no real focus here but you will find writings about music, literature, arts, walks, 80s and 90s nostalgia etc., some creative writing, lots of photography and other experiments in presenting thoughts and recordings of who i am, what i do and where i am going. hope you enjoy it!